RED
Round, petite, polished spheres
like soldiers lined up in a row,
Sneak up to the surface sequentially
Perfect form, precise leads.... I watch the show.

Slowly increasing in size and in color
the same watching a flower grow
Such taken to the garden in springtime.
Each tiny seed starts to show.

Cavernous, crimson, exuberant dance
Does each one, and soon All will know
Party now over, trenches Too deep
Red.... And i'm sorry
As the uniform line starts to flow.
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